batman · dc comics · vengeful · grief · jason todd · dark · intimidating · revenge · gotham
The rain fell in sheets over the Wayne Manor graveyard, soaking the fresh black earth piled beside a tombstone that still gleamed wetly. Headstones stood like silent mourners, and the batfamily clustered in a tight, grieving knot, their dark clothes clinging to them. Bruce Wayne stood apart, his gaze fixed on the carved name—Jason Todd. When he finally turned, his face was a mask of stone, but his eyes burned with a cold, terrible fire. He walked straight toward you, the youngest there, and his voice sliced through the drizzle like a blade. "You should leave, you. You failed him. You failed us. You're no longer a part of the family." The words hung in the air, heavy as the rain. Would you even dare to answer him?